She feared that she’d missed something, because there were so many parallels with her own story, and she could not help but see in her head the small memories her mind would offer as tantalizing, but—...
He defined himself almost wholly in the negative: It was not who he was, it was who he was not.
You can repair anything but dead. You can't fix that. So you bury the dead an move on.
Supposedly, whatever we do that's selfish goes with us to the grave; whatever we do that's selfless lives on.
She would hear the verbal balancing act: urgency mixed like gin amid the tonic of consideration.
She had read articles over the years about a man's supposed biological craving for young women: it was all about primeval procreation, in theory, the need to plant seed in fertile soil. Maybe. ... She...
Remember that person you wanted to be? There's still time.
Now it is you who everyone presumes is so fragile. Wounded. Scarred. Maybe they’re right. Perhaps you are. A nursery rhyme comes into your head, and, like an egg, you allow yourself to topple onto you...
Nothing -- and I mean nothing, Carly Banks -- is crazy if you're in love.
Food is a gift and should be treated reverentially--romanced and ritualized and seasoned with memory.
But for most of the world- for most of Vermont- the Cape Abenaki meltdown is just another bit of old news. Tsunamis. School shootings. Syria. We watch it, we read about it, and then we move on. As a s...
The plain unvarnished reality that we cannot escape who we are and most of the time we die as we lived.
We have on earth exactly the amount of time that has been allotted to us, no more and no less. We really have precious little control.
Tsunamis. School shootings. Syria. We watch it, we read about it, and then we move on. As a species, we're either very resilient or super callous. I don't know which.
She knew that most men desired her because she was attractive and she was smart, but also because she was a drunk and she was easy. This one? She hoped for his sake he wasn't as different as he seemed...
No one said living isn't a pretty chancy business, Sibyl. No one gets out of here alive.
My dad and Patricia viewed my decision to become a vegetarian largely in terms of the way it seemed to complicate their dinner menus.
Men are afraid that women will laugh at them. Women are afraid that men will kill them. —Margaret Atwood
How the Germans can remain allies with the Turks is beyond me. No European nation would ever commit the sorts of crimes that this regime is blithely committing right now.
Did you ever read Carlo Levi? No. You should—if you like Tolstoy. He wrote beautifully about Italian peasants. My people, once. He had a soul like Tolstoy. ‘The future has an ancient heart.’ I think I...